Spinning you round, my hands find your ass. Squeezing gently, I sink to my knees, taking in the smell of you before slowly sticking my tongue out to l...ck from the bottom of your slit, all the way to the top in one, slow, deliberate action. Looking up to your eyes at the end of my lick, I ask 'Is this what you wanted, baby?' Oh god yes! Baby, hold me! My knees are giving way! I rise from the floor and pick you up, my hands on your ass, your pussy grinding against my jean covered cock and carry. I was seated on the couch, apparently alone. From thesound of his voice, I knew William and his wife were sitting to theleft of the fireplace in our loveseat. Linda's footsteps crossedback in front of me and stopped. Her hand took my wrist and gentlyplaced a full snifter in my hand. I heard her move to my right andseat herself in a high-back chair facing the center of the room. The couch I sat on was thus in the center, facing the fireplace. The only sound for a minute or two was the. "It made sense." Good idea," Maggie said with a nod as we reached The Refuge. We entered together, but she then broke off to head for the music room as I made my way to the weaving room.I spent the next four hours adding about six inches to the tapestry. Robin and Zenita were also working on new tapestries. This helped the time pass quickly as we gossiped while working.I was still concentrating on working when someone touched my shoulder. "I turned around to look and found Jillian standing. "Listen!" John stood, "you heard of the 'Sicherungdienst, ' 'Organisation Todt' and the SS? Have you heard of those bastards? Have you heard of the Rumanian 'Iron Brigade'? Do you imagine our boys would fare any better in their hands?" That's not the point..." It is the point as far as those local militia are concerned. You talk to them... get them to tell their stories, and every one of them has a story to tell, believe me?" I don't speak Russian," 'Oz' replied, defiantly."Y'know," John.